Just Another Day At The Office - Part 4
(BOND,INTERR,MF,FF,MF+,NC)
©1999 by B. Peale. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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Damn, he was so close! He wanted to cum so bad he saw stars.
Needless to say he was very surprised when he felt a Carnie loop a leather cord
over his balls and around the base of his cock. He started to sputter a
question, but Carnie cut him off.
"Remember, no talking. I forgave
you once; I may not be as kind the next time." Danny bit back his outburst.
Carnie secured the strap tightly around the base of Danny's cock, and then
looped it around his balls, pulling them down and away from his body. After
making several more loops around his balls, she tied off the strap, then rolled
a tight rubber gasket ring over the swollen head of his cock and down as close
to the base of his cock as she could get, burying it in his pubes. She looked
over at his face and chuckled at the mixture of shock, outrage and discomfort
play across his features.
"Sorry to do this, but I want to make sure that you stay hard a LONG time."
Trussed up like this, there was no way for his hard on to subside. The rubber ring trapped the blood in his cock, making it abnormally hard and rigid. With his balls tied so tight and pulled away from his body, gone was any hope of cumming and getting relief.
Danny's cock throbbed painfully, his
balls aching with the pressure of unreleased cum, his shaft stiff, and his
cockhead swollen to a daunting girth that made Carnie wetter just looking at it.
"I'll be right back," she said from behind him, and he heard a door
open and close.
Tied to the table like this, Danny had no sense of time, so it seemed like she'd been gone for hours by the time she returned.
"Lift your head."
As soon as he did, she wrapped something around his head, covering his eyes completely but taking care not to block his mouth or his nose. The room was absolutely black.
The blindfold made Danny paranoid. It felt like his other senses kicked into overdrive. He could smell Carnie's pussy as if it was straddling his face. The pool of sweat and excitement that had collected under him felt wet and sloppy. And it seemed as if he could hear her nipples stretching as she got more and more excited. None of this helped to relieve the tension in his crotch, which continued to build past what he thought was already an unbearable level.
He jumped when she started licking his nipples, first the right, then the left in alternating succession. She attacked each roughly, trying to lick them right off his body. When she switched to sucking them long and hard, drawing the nipple as far into her mouth as it would go, he began to moan and hump the air. Her own nipples were two fiery knobs, pressing into his arm when she leaned over to reach the nipple that was farther away. For a change of pace, she straddled his middle, letting his cock settle between her legs while she sucked and continued playing with his nipples.
"Arrgh," he groaned, feeling the heat from her pussy as he slid between her legs, rubbing on her outer lips.
His cock twitched from the torture, tapping her pussy lips in an uncoordinated rhythm, while she continued the torment. This, of course, only excited her more, increasing the heat from her pussy. Mercifully she stopped and padded away. He didn't know whether his heart, never mind his cock, could survive this.
His respite was short lived. He soon felt her mouth go to work hungrily on his cockhead. If he could have seen it, he would have been alarmed at its size and color. Dark, almost purple, the head was now so large that there was no way she could stretch her mouth wide enough to get it in.
The stimulation was too much, and a small amount of cum seeped out of his slit,
thick and white as it traveled the length of his cock. Greedily she licked at
it, taking the time to clean his slit of any residue that might still be there.
Once it was gone, she pulled away. Danny felt no relief from the brief cum; in
fact, it actually made things worse because his hopes for relief had been
raised.
Several minutes later (or was it hours? Danny really wasn't sure; he'd dozed off), he felt the table move, then a hand on his cock and the unmistakable sensation of a very wet pussy coming into contact with his cockhead. Oh God, yes, he thought.
He had no idea what was in store for him, but he knew that he wanted to fuck her really bad. She moved frantically above him, rubbing his cockhead along her outer lips, soaking it in her juices. She was so hot, and so wet, that he wouldn't have been surprised if she came right there.
She pressed down, applying pressure, trying to insert his cock in her, but the head was too big. She whimpered and panted; her voice sounding high pitched and desperate. He could feel her rocking back and forth, trying to get his cock in; because of her position over him, he was unable to thrust upward to help.
Her efforts finally paid off and he
felt his cockhead move forward and into her pussy. She simultaneously sighed and
moaned as it touched a sensitive spot inside her. Once she hit bottom and he
felt the hot sticky wetness of her pussy on his pelvis, she slowly withdrew
until only the head remained embedded. He could feel her legs quivering with the
effort, and would have smiled in satisfaction had he not been juggling so many
other feelings and
sensations.
She felt incredible! He'd wanted to fuck her since she first bent over in his office, and now here he was, his cock sliding into her, the movements tortuously slow. He was so caught up in the act of fucking her that it took him awhile to notice that there was a warm hot mouth on his balls.
Oh shit, he thought, how the hell did she do that. He could see her dimensions in his minds eye, and could not imagine a position that would allow her to screw him in this position AND lick on his balls; it simply wasn't possible.
The tongue was doing incredible things to his balls while he was being fucked, swirling around the sack, kissing and sucking, and occasionally venturing up to the shaft in between down strokes. He wanted to call out, to ask what was going on, but thought better of it, not so much out of fear of breaking the rules and her filing her report as much as out of fear that she (they?) might stop.
Whoever it was that was impaled on his pole started to chant (he could no longer be certain that it was Carnie), "Uh huh, Uh huh" under her breath, and started to slow her strokes to delay her cumming. He felt the mouth on his balls move up to her pussy, trying to coax an orgasm out of it by matching the strokes with that wonderful tongue.
Sure enough, that was all it took to push her over. He felt her pussy contract as her orgasm began, and the chanting got faster. Apparently, as her pussy got tighter and encountered the thickness of his bound and restrained cock, it set off a second orgasm right after the first started. The force of cumming back to back twice caused her to knees to buckle, ramming his cock in up to the hilt; as his cockhead plowed deep inside her, an orgasm was touched off and she screamed. This was more than his abused cock and balls could handle. His balls began to contract, trying to force cum through his bound shaft. Unfortunately, Carnie had done a good job (actually, she had redone the bindings while he slept), and nothing was able to break free. He groaned in pain as his cock spasmed inside her, unable to drain any of the cum that had built up. The spasms extended the third orgasm, causing the woman to lean forward spent and exhausted.
Gradually the woman on top of him reluctantly removed his cock from inside her by standing up, his cock withdrawing with an audible, wet pop. She climbed down moved away from the table. All of this activity was taking an incredible toll on his body. In spite of the pounding in his crotch, he fell asleep again.
He awoke with Carnie's voice in his
ear. "Wake up sleepy head. We're not done yet."
He shook his head to clear it, and quickly realized that his hands and feet were
now free, but his cock was still bound.
"You did good. As a reward, I've decided to give you a show. Sit up and swing your legs over the side, but do not remove the blindfold."
Danny did as he was told. Carnie (at least this time he thought that it was Carnie) grabbed his hand and coaxed him forward, off of the table. She maneuvered him to a dinette chair that had been place in the center of the living room.
"There is a chair behind you," she said. "Please sit down."
Once he did, she pulled his hands
behind him and handcuffed them securely to the legs of the chair. Next, she tied
his legs tightly to the front legs of the chair with his legs spread. Without
warning, she began to kiss and lick his cock, savoring the pussy juice that had
dried on it from his earlier encounter. He shifted his hips, trying to relieve
some of the pressure in his balls.
With a final lick, she stood up. "Ok, Danny; show time!"
As she leaned forward to remove the blindfold, her nipple grazed his lips. He clamped his mouth around it, teasing the point with his tongue and sucking hard on it. Her hands faltered.
"Oh God damn. Yes!" she moaned. "Oh yes, that's it."
Reluctantly, she finished removing the blindfold and stepped back. As his vision cleared, he was able to confirm that they were not in the room alone. On the floor across him, rubbing her pussy feverishly, was his wife!
"Melanie!?!" he shouted, shocked and confused.
Carnie shot him a warning glance, and he wisely decided against following through with the questions that sprung immediately to mind at the sight of his wife on the floor playing with herself. Carnie moved over to where Melanie lay and nestled between her legs.
Physically, the two women could not have been more different. Melanie had small, lemon sized tits capped with slight, pink nipples. Her thin lanky frame made it appear that she towered over Carnie, when in fact she was only 3 or 4 inches taller. Her hips were narrow and her stomach flat; she'd always enjoyed sex but had never been particularly adventurous. Until now, that is.
"Did the big thick cock abuse your poor little pussy?" Carnie asked as if speaking to a child. "Would you like Carnie to make it better?"
Melanie's eyes were closed and it looked like she hadn't heard her. Her legs were spread wide, and Danny could see where her pussy lips were red and swollen from the onslaught on the table; she looked like she had been gang banged. His cock throbbed at the realization that that had been his wife up there. She'd never cum multiple times before with him, but from the looks of her pussy, she'd been run through the ringer and enjoyed it. It was still wet and glistening, and it looked like she was trying to work herself into another orgasm.
End of Part 4.
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